songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

HELMETS

GIVE US A CRACK IN OUR HELMETS

SO THAT RAY CAN GET IN

First day of Spring  5 degrees  grumpy+grizzled

I realize that I have no allegiance to my demographic

Maybe even horrified that I belong   Dead stares   bad

hair  mostly   I am not a joiner  more (pussy) anarchist

Thought I’d be one  when Trotsky’s moustache beckoned

 

Then seduced by service for 10  Ashley’s registry for bougie

brides  Platinum ring around white bone china  Never used

them   Marriage stalled   Mermaid spirited young husband

away

 

47 yrs. ago when Leonard sang dirges to Suzanne +Maryanne

adulthood beckoned   juicy+sexy   Real thing: motherlode of learning

curves pile up  until you’re the Einstein of the universe   Poet of pain

Collar bone aches bitterly today   Spring breakers stare at your frothy

pink coat   +your unconscious is really unconscious

 

It’s time to run away from home   Barbie suitcase packed every Sunday

as father +jockstrap boys watched sports   Where’s that Barbie suitcase

when you really need it?   Throw in a few bottles of: Clairol Light My Fire Red

a MAC: Ruby Woo  +hit the road

 

And dontyacomeback no mo  no mo

No mo

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